You know it's bad when you're looking on auction sites in Spain. But, it's how I'm wired. Can't get past it. Not sure I should. I'll be stopping by again soon. It's time.
Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... Continue Reading →
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